Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
The Index,
Index,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.